Saturday was P day.   Or Poult day to be more precise.   Up with the lark (well, at 6 anyway), which is generally not a civilised time to be up and about.  Breakfasted and in the car by a quarter to 7.   Quite pleased with myself.

Shoot captain had said to be at the game farm at 7, so I called to see where he was.   'Erm, not quite left Pewsey yet' was the response. 
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